I know you should never touch young birds, but I just spotted something fluttering round in the greenhouse - beating its head frantically against the glass unable to find the way out. A newly fledged blue tit for goodness sakes!
It had obviously got in via a roof light - so I scampered across and opened the door wide then sat, and sat, and sat watching, well way from the greenhouse. After ages it just wasn't gonna move so I gently picked it (such a tiny little thing) off the internal side bar it was clinging to and popped it onto a table in the garden:
Just peeked out of an upstairs window here and it's flown away - I hope it has a long and happy life :)
Adding this to Annie's 'Friday Smile' and this is for Darnell, just to show that some birdie tales do have happy endings honey.